The Queen travels through time and dominates the four realms

Chapter 463

At this moment, a figure approached silently from the darkness. It was the second in command of the Black Wind Village, 'Ghost Arrow' Li Mochou. He held a short bow in his hand, with a sinister smile on his lips, and aimed at Ren Xiaoyao's vest.

"Be careful!" A crisp warning pierced the night sky. It turned out that a young girl in a small village at the foot of the mountain discovered the crisis. She shouted desperately, hoping to attract Ren Xiaoyao's attention.

But it seemed that everything was too late. The arrow flew through the air, bringing with it a sharp sound of wind. Ren Xiaoyao was startled when he heard the sound. He did not turn back, but relied on his sharp intuition to lean forward suddenly, almost sliding several feet along the ground. The arrow flew past his scalp, making a "whoosh" sound.

The crisis was not resolved, and more arrows followed one after another, each of which was accurate and deadly. Ren Xiaoyao had to deal with the besieged bandits while dodging the cold arrows shot from the dark. The scene was full of dangers, and every moment was a matter of life and death.

Just when he was forced into a desperate situation with almost no way to retreat, a flash of enlightenment suddenly occurred to Ren Xiaoyao, and the key points of "Nine Heavens Dragon Roar" seemed to flow through his mind on its own. An unprecedented power surged out from his dantian and poured into the sword. The Qinghong Sword shone brightly, and the sword energy was overwhelming and invincible.

"Nine-sky dragon roar, one sword breaks ten thousand troops!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted in a low voice, and stretched out his body, turning into a green lightning. Wherever the sword light passed, the bandits fell one after another, and the arrows that kept shooting at them were also broken one by one by the powerful sword energy.

In the end, only Ghost Face Blade Zhao Wuji was left standing there alone, his face full of disbelief. "How is it possible..." He muttered to himself, the long sword in his hand hanging down weakly.

Ren Xiaoyao slowly walked towards Zhao Wuji, and gently placed the Qinghong Sword on his shoulder. "What happened today is only because you are too greedy. Remember, a true warrior pursues the ultimate in martial arts, not external things."

Zhao Wuji was silent for a moment, finally nodded, and left sadly with the remaining men.

The battle was over, and the moonlight once again filled the earth, making it seem particularly peaceful. Ren Xiaoyao sheathed his sword and turned to look at the small village at the foot of the mountain. There, the brave girl was looking at him from afar, her eyes full of admiration and gratitude.

"Thank you for your reminder, little sister." Ren Xiaoyao smiled, his voice gentle but penetrating the night sky and reaching the girl's heart.

The girl's cheeks flushed slightly, and she responded excitedly: "My name is Xiaomei, and I'm a child from the village. Master Ren, you are the most powerful person I have ever seen!"

"A powerful person must also know how to respect the heaven and earth and be kind to others." Ren Xiaoyao said meaningfully. Then he jumped on his horse and disappeared into the night, leaving Xiaomei with a lonely and determined back and endless yearning for heroes.

The night was as dark as ink, with dark clouds covering the moon. The sky and earth were all black and gray, and the cold wind was filled with a murderous aura, as if foreshadowing that a bloody storm was about to unfold. On the top of this lonely peak, Ren Xiaoyao stood proudly, his long hair dancing wildly in the wind, his black clothes rustling, and the domineering aura emanating from his body was like a substance, oppressing the air around him.

"Hmph, Ren Xiaoyao, the grudge between you and me will be settled today!" A cold voice broke the silence, and the opponent appeared from the darkness, his body covered in blood, with the flame of revenge flashing in his eyes.

Ren Xiaoyao raised his lips in disdain, and smiled before he spoke. That smile contained a bit of arrogance that looked down on the world: "Break up? You are not worthy!"

After saying this, he stretched out his body, like an eagle soaring into the sky, and pounced directly at his opponent. The air seemed to be torn apart by his momentum, making a subtle explosion sound. This attack was as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder, fully displaying the power of a powerful person in the domineering stage.

The opponent was no ordinary person. Facing this thunderous blow, he moved in an unpredictable way, and the long sword in his hand turned into a silver light, trying to block all of Ren Xiaoyao's escape routes. The sword shadow intertwined with the night, and for a moment, there were flashes of swords and shadows, and danger was everywhere.

However, Ren Xiaoyao's figure was light, like a swimming dragon, and he moved freely among the dense rain of sword shadows. Every dodge was just right, and he even used the opponent's force to counter him, and slapped out with his backhand. Wherever the palm wind went, the air solidified and the space seemed to shake.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the opponent's sword moves were shattered, and the whole person flew backwards, blood spurting out of his mouth, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Remember, a truly strong man is more than just a sword." Ren Xiaoyao slowly walked towards his opponent, his voice low and powerful, every word like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

The opponent struggled to stand up, but was powerless. He could only ask unwillingly: "Why... are you so powerful?"

Ren Xiaoyao stopped walking, with his back to the moonlight, and his figure looked even more lonely and arrogant: "There is no shortcut to becoming strong. Every inch of strength is forged with blood and sweat. I am not the Amon of yesterday."

After saying this, he did not stop, but turned and left, leaving behind only a lonely and powerful back, and those words echoing in the wind - "The real competition is always to surpass yourself."

The night is still as dark and quiet as before, but on this isolated peak, Ren Xiaoyao's name is like a bright star, illuminating this solemn night.

The night was as dark as iron, with dark clouds covering the moon. The ancient battlefield was shrouded in black and gray tones, and the cold wind was like a knife cutting the face. Ren Xiaoyao, dressed in a black tights, stood on the ruins, his eyes like torches, scanning the shadows around him that were ready to move.

"Come out. Hiding your head and showing your tail is not what a hero does." His words were loud and clear, echoing in the empty battlefield, with unquestionable domineering aura.

In the shadows, figures slowly emerged, all wearing black clothes and masks, holding sharp blades, and full of murderous intent. The leader was tall, with a cold look in his eyes, and a sneer on his lips, "Ren Xiaoyao, tonight is the end of you."

The sword flashed suddenly, like a meteor across the night sky, going straight for Ren Xiaoyao's throat. He slightly turned his body, dodged it lightly, and swung his sword back, the tip of the sword almost brushing the opponent's nose, leaving a tiny sword mark.

"A mere trifle." Ren Xiaoyao said with disdain. The momentum of his sword suddenly changed, transforming into sword shadows all over the sky. Each sword contained an extremely domineering sword intent, forcing the besiegers to retreat step by step.

The black-clad men were numerous, but they seemed to be trapped in an endless sea of ​​swords, and every step they took was on the edge of death. Their offensive seemed so pale and powerless in front of Ren Xiaoyao, like a candle in a strong wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

However, at this moment, a strange wave came from the edge of the battlefield, and a mysterious man in silver armor stepped into the battlefield silently, with a spear in his hand glowing coldly and a fighting spirit in his eyes that could not be ignored.

"Ren Xiaoyao, I see that your swordsmanship is extraordinary, so I came here to learn from you today." There was a hint of provocation in the words of the man in silver armor. When he pointed the tip of his gun, there seemed to be a sound of thunder in the air, and the murderous aura became even stronger.

Ren Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed, and he felt the other party's strength, but he was not afraid. "Okay, who are you? Tell me your name."

"I am the Gun God of Beichen, Zhao Wuji." After saying that, Zhao Wuji's gun shadow was like a dragon, rushing straight towards Ren Xiaoyao. Every shot was fatal, and every strike carried an overwhelming force.

The two men clashed, and the weather suddenly changed. Swords and spears clashed, metal and iron clashed, and every collision seemed to tear the space apart. The battle was so fierce that even the heaven and earth trembled.

Just when the battle was at a stalemate, an unprecedented power suddenly awakened in Ren Xiaoyao's body. His swordsmanship became more fierce, the sword light was like a dragon, and the momentum was like a rainbow, suppressing the power of Zhao Wuji's gun in one fell swoop.

"The path of a hegemon is to be fearless!" He growled, and the sword's light suddenly increased. He broke through Zhao Wuji's gun shadow with one sword and pointed directly at his chest.

A flash of horror flashed across Zhao Wuji's eyes, and he jumped back hastily, barely avoiding the fatal blow. "You...you have entered the domineering stage?"

Ren Xiaoyao smiled proudly and sheathed his sword. "Zhao Wuji, today's battle has benefited both of us. We will meet again in the future."

On the dark grey battlefield, two figures were left behind, one aloof and proud, the other in deep thought. The night was still deep, but the wind seemed to have less solemnity and more unknown expectations.

"One day, I will surpass you, Ren Xiaoyao." Zhao Wuji looked into the distance, whispered to himself, and then disappeared into the night.

The night returned to silence again, leaving only the sound of the wind and the unfinished legend.

The night was as dark as iron. The wilderness outside the town was wrapped in a thick layer of black fog. The moonlight struggled to penetrate the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows. This was the edge of the martial arts world, and also a vortex of right and wrong. Ren Xiaoyao stood alone in the dead silence. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, scanning the surroundings, as if he could pierce through the endless darkness.

"Come out. Hiding is not the style of people in the martial arts world." Ren Xiaoyao's voice was low, but it echoed in the empty wilderness with unquestionable majesty.

A gust of wind blew, rustling the grass. Several dark figures emerged like ghosts, flashing cold light in their hands, obviously they were top-grade weapons. The leader was wearing a black robe, with a mask covering his face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, exuding the breath of death.

"Ren Xiaoyao, today is your end." The man in black robe had a hoarse voice and murderous intent in his words.

Before he finished speaking, the man in black robes took the lead and rushed out like a ghost in the night, with a sword pointing directly at Ren Xiaoyao's throat. At the same time, the other men in black also attacked from all directions, with sword lights weaving like a dense net, impenetrable.

Ren Xiaoyao stood still like a mountain, until the tip of the sword almost touched his skin, then he lightly turned sideways to avoid the fatal blow. His movements were elegant and deadly, and every move and style contained the demeanor of a tyrant. As his energy surged, the black and gray battlefield seemed to be stained by his momentum, becoming even more depressing and dull.

"You guys think you can take my life?" Ren Xiaoyao chuckled, his laughter was full of disdain and confidence. He waved his hands, and his true energy gathered into sharp air blades, cutting through the night sky and colliding with the weapons of the men in black, sparks flew, and the sound of metal clashing was deafening.

The battle escalated rapidly, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and death. The men in black attacked fiercely, but faced with Ren Xiaoyao's domineering aura that seemed to dominate the battlefield, they began to seem powerless and fell one by one, leaving only the men in black robes struggling to hold on.

"Impossible..." The black-robed man panted, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. His attack became more and more chaotic, and every sword seemed to be a last-ditch struggle.

Ren Xiaoyao pressed on step by step, his eyes became colder and colder, the sword in his hand seemed to have life, every swing was a declaration of death. Finally, in a decisive confrontation, the sword flashed, the long sword in the black-robed man's hand broke into two pieces, and the whole person was blown away by an invisible force and fell heavily to the ground.

After the battle, Ren Xiaoyao stood there, surrounded by the bodies of the men in black. Although he had a few scratches on his body, his domineering aura was even stronger than before. The night was still heavy, but his presence seemed to bring a ray of light to this wilderness.

“Remember, the martial arts world is not a place where you can survive by relying on backstabbing and sneak attacks.” He said coldly to the black-robed man on the ground. After he finished speaking, he turned and left. His back looked particularly lonely and arrogant against the black and gray world.

On a rainy night, dark clouds covered the city, and the moonlight was stingy with every ray of light. The sky seemed to be splashed with thick ink, leaving only a few dim candlelights, swaying in the wind, adding a bit of weirdness to the lonely street. Ren Xiaoyao, dressed in black, stood at the end of the alley, his figure blending into the darkness, only his eyes, as cold as cold stars, revealed a sharp edge that should not be underestimated.

There were dozens of opponents, wearing dark silver armor, with swords drawn, flashing, forming a sharp contrast with the black and gray tones around them, like messengers of death, pressing forward step by step. The leader, with an iron mask on his face, only revealed a pair of sinister eyes, and said coldly: "Ren Xiaoyao, you can't escape."

"Escape?" Ren Xiaoyao raised a disdainful smile, his voice was low but clear, penetrating the rain curtain, "I, Ren Xiaoyao, have I ever said I would escape?"

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his body, like a hawk in the night, and swooped down on the group of armored guards. Before the sword was unsheathed, there was already a sharp aura that cut through the moist air and caused raindrops to bend in mid-air.